What do I do when January darkness hits me in mid-November? –Amelia questions the lightless air surrounding her. The lightless bricks that keep arranging themselves in front of her eyes.
Tag: light
Passion under icy rain
Write your emotions! –I hear. All I can think of is pizza and ice, or a kiss and a hand-shake, vinegar and wine. That doesn’t make any sense! Why can’t I express myself coherently today? All I imagine is passion under icy rain; random sequences of vivid/lifeless vibes. Neon lights…
I know you left
I had a nightmare last night. I wanted to be a straight line but kept bending into runaway curves that circle themselves before moving afar. I know you are leaving. Did I turn my eyes too fast? Was I too abstract? –I wonder. Good bye my dear … I will…
Outside
The lights are off The music on It rains outside You could not remember I deceive The air had your smell Complicity-perfumed breeze I could not care anymore Conniving wind Extended stillness Passion-scented stillness You lied The night is on After-rain freshness enters my unreality …
Mystery of expansion
Her eyes are absence. They live in the back of her head seeking something hidden between gravity and the inconsistency of understanding a simple, yet incomplete, equation. The neurons are moving briskly, running away like dots in an expanding balloon. Her eyes seek independent paths; they get confused while selecting…